Being More Social - Chapter 9 - Sex Stories

Being More Social - Chapter 9

... long nose, a defined forehead, and was cut off below the nose, presumably so that the actor using it could use their actual mouth to speak. I wasn't sure if Paul threw it out or not, but it had to be important. I carried it back to Salvador's office and knocked on the door. "Come in." Salvador's calm voice greeted me again without looking up to even know who it was. I walked in. "Sorry to disturb you again-" "Why would you say that?" Mr. Salvador asked me. It caught me off guard. "Huh?" "Do you have something to say?" He asked me. Hesitantly, I replied. "Yes..." "Then don't be sorry. Never be sorry unless you have a good reason. You've just invalidated everything you're about to say." It was too late in the day to even bother arguing. "Okay." I sighed exasperatedly. "Anyway, I found this mask you gave Paul outside. I think he accidentally dropped it." I actually thought he threw it away in disgust, but I didn't want to taint Salvador's image of him. "Should I leave it with you so you can return it to him?" "I didn't give Paul that mask." Salvador answered simply. "He made it." "Really?" I asked, looking at the mask again. He nodded. "It's one of the units in senior drama. You have to make your own mask, then create a scene using that mask." Wow. That actually seemed really cool. "That's cool!" I replied truthfully. "Either way, he dropped it, so should I leave it with you so that you can return it to him? He'll need it for his scene, after all." Salvador shook his head. "He ...

... won't need it. The mask unit is over. He just happened to have it on him today because I returned them today." He replied. "Don't give it to me, it's no longer mine. If you want to return it to him, you may want to hurry. He'll be leaving soon." I wasn't sure if that was a polite request for me to leave. I nodded nonetheless. "Okay, will do." I replied. "Thanks!" I left the room, expecting Salvador not to respond. I was correct. I ran down the hall, wanting to catch Paul before he left. It turns out my running was in vain - I found him in the main hallway sitting on the bench, looking at his phone, frustration on his face. "Hey." I loudly declared. He looked up from his phone. "Hola." He replied flatly. "You okay?" I asked him. He shrugged. "Unnecessary stuff." he replied, putting away his phone. "Doesn't matter. What's up?" I held up his mask. "I found this in the garbage can. I think you accidentally dropped it or something..." He laughed. "We both know it wasn't accidental. Feel free to put it back where you found it." "But I like it." I protested, looking the mask over. "Why would you throw it out?" "Keep it then." He ordered, going back to his phone. "Salvador says it's badly made. The edges are sharp, it was hastily painted, and apparently there's no defining feature on the face." "The forehead." I commented out of reflex. Paul made a gesture. "That's what I said." He commented. "He gave me a 4 out of 10 on it. So I don't want to see it again." "Does it have a name?" I ...